Black = Normal dream Green = False Awakening I had apparently dropped out of my old high school or moved and started going back into it again after awhile. Everyone was making fun of me/taunting me about the whole experience, and I was trying to ignore them. I was in the gymnasium for awhile, where there was a orange and black marbled kitten-puppy hybrid playing with me. I started rubbing his tummy and he began kicking his leg up like a dog would do. When I came back in the building, I discovered that my backpack that was holding my laptop in it was gone. A classmate of mine told me that I hadn't ever had one to begin with because I wasn't really a student there. I argued with him, and he finally gave in and said he had stolen it from me. I woke up from the dream and turned on my computer. My boyfriend was on, so I asked if he could Skype with me. I told him about the dream I had, emphasizing the part with the cat/dog mix. Then everything faded and I woke up for reals. Things that stand out: I was in high schoolThere was made-up creatureMy boyfriend doesn't come on in the morning
NON LUCID *I thought I should get some for my girlfriend before I go home. I know for sure this will make her happy. It was night time as I pulled into a parking lot. I got out of the car and walked into a do nut some. I believe this shop was owned by Asian folks. For some reason I kind of ignored them as if I was a cooler or something. I notice that this shop sold do nuts all day long 24 hours. I ordered my girlfriend this huge do nut and I got my usual eclair. *I remember debating with someone on an artist about the time of his work. *Walking with my brother into a grassy field, he told his is where the energy is. The energy had something to do with Lama Zopa. I said ahhhh I can feel it. Then I looked over and noticed a beautiful african tribe singing this beautiful. The feeling I got was of amazing and some kind of unknown spiritual energy. I thought I could join them but I would hate to ruin just a beautiful thing. I didn't want to draw attention to my self or stand out in anyway so I just watched.
I can't place the setting, but it wasn't near my house now so I must've been in another one. The night before had a tornado, and now everyone was coming out and looking at the damage that had been done. A man that I recognized from being on the Survivor in last night's episode (I don't watch it regularly, so I don't know his name) was going around asking people if they needed help with picking up the debris. After everything had been picked up, he sprouted angel-like wings and flew off into the sky. Things that stand out: Not in my houseMan from televisionMagical powers (flying)
I'm talking with an old friend of mine. He says that Summer is almost here and I'm not ready. I really don't know what he is talking about and he touches my arm and says I'm not tanned. I argue that this is BECAUSE Summer has still to come and I can't be tanned before Summer comes. My friend seems angry at me for the answer and calls other friends of us. We go in a old university residence. It became a labyrinth since we left and we start to go up and down to see all the changements. Finally we found a room. My friends agree it is the best, but I don't like the room so much. It is little and the beds are too close one another. Also in order to use the desk, we have to move the beds, so it is not comfortable. Also i don't want to share the room with the other male friends, so I would like to choose another room. The other girls though want that room, and when they say that the guys will have another room, finally I agree, after choosing a bed with a red duvet. We help the guy to find another similar room, and they are happy to be close to our room, so they can make noise and keep us awake all night long. We come back to our room and we start to put all our things in our drawers, keeping talking about holidays and our studies. The day after tomorrow I already will have a test and I need to study. We find out that the bathroom is the worst part of the room. It is minuscule and water is rationed and cold, but time is expired to choose another room and we need to go and sleep. It's my turn to use the bathroom, but when I'm about to step in, another girl push me in the bathroom and lock the door. I think she needs to secretly talk to me. Instead she starts to flirt with me. I don't like her at all and, as the bathroom is really tiny, she is too close to me and she touches me with nonchalance, like it was not wanted. I start to feel very uncomfortable and I want to go out, but she is blocking the way out and she is insistent now. I tell her that if she keeps insisting I'm going to scream and allert the other girls. She gets too close and I scream, and I wake up.
At work, I was putting bottles of shampoo out on the shelves. For some reason, these bottles where enclosed in a clamshell-type plastic anti-theft device. It didn't make sense that something this inexpensive would need an anti-theft device. I sought out my security guy. He gave me two keys and sent me to a Home Depot across the street with specific instructions on where to locate the parts for another anti-theft device. The Home Depot was closed, but for some reason people were swarming into the darkened store. I looked at the keys that the security guy gave me, but one of them had bent in half in my hand. The other looked really thin, like something had shaved it down. I tried to remember the directions to the parts I needed, but I couldn't barely remember what he had said. But now I had more important matters to think about. It was Friday night, and I was worried. I had two classes on Saturday and I had missed two weeks of class while I was out of town. One of them was a law class with some heavy reading, but I couldn't remember what I needed to read for class. In fact, I couldn't remember reading anything for the class at all during the two weeks I was gone. I had one night to get caught up. I tried to read the syllabus and noticed that this class had a lot of group work. Why the hell would I take a class like this and then go out of town for two weeks? I started to panic, realizing I would never get caught up. On top of everything, Dad wanted me to come over to some apartment building where he was living, even though I didn't have the time. I drove over there, and at the parking entrance, he waved me over to some special part of the lot where there was resident parking. This area was blocking off by a barbed wire fence. As I parked my car, I thought it looked a little weird to see this kind of fence around only a portion of the lot. At this point, I awakened briefly, realized that the dream had just ended, and was somewhat successful performing a DEILD. I'm dreaming again. I find myself at work, and I've been told to take a new employee somewhere. I look at this new employee and even though she's not conventionally pretty, she has really soft lips. There are a lot of things I wanted to do in my next lucid dream, but instead, I decide that I really want to kiss her. I lean in, touch my lips to hers, and I'm so overcome with emotion that I wake up.
My dream starts as sort of a nightmare. The nightmare itself is jumbled and confused - there's not a clean narrative. It's mostly short, quick clips of action strung together and viewed from a 3rd person POV. Mud and rain; earth sliding into a river, pulling people down with it... switch to what seems like a motel and some sequences that seem like they're out of a slasher horror flick, people running in fear, and severed limbs and blood everywhere. It mostly seems like it's just my brain tossing up whatever seems disturbing and frightening at the moment. Because of how disjointed it is, it's failing to really frighten or disturb me. My mind starts to get more and more distanced from what's going on, and starts paying less attention to it. I gain lucidity in one of the motel/dorm rooms while two women are arguing with each other. They look straight out of the 80s - one has bleached hair teased up a mile high and fake orange tanner, and the other is a brunette with a ponytail and teased bangs. As soon as I realize this is a dream, I am no longer a disembodied observer. There's an oval mirror on the wall - I run up to it and look at myself in the mirror in order to reaffirm that I now have a physical presence. I immediately crouch on the floor and start running my fingers through the carpet in order to solidify my surroundings. Things seem to be fading, so I stand up and produce a hand mirror from behind myself and examine myself in it. The two women have stopped arguing and are looking at me. I feel embarrassed about them potentially thinking that I'm just extremely vain (despite the fact that they're just dream characters), so I shrug and tell them, "I'm just making sure I still exist." They lose interest in me, and I lose interest in them, because I've decided that since my scene changes haven't gone so well lately, maybe I'll just mold my current surroundings into what I want. I pull up the software interface for 3D Studio Max and start modeling furniture for the room. Despite being a motel room, it has no bed, so I decide to experiment with creating one. I begin working on it as if it's a 3D model for a video game. The two women have faded away. I minimize the "software" I'm working with to check and see if the bed has appeared. It has, and looks very solid, but it's the plain solid white of a 3D model that has been imported into some engines but doesn't have a texture linked to it (or the texture isn't loading). I decide I'll texture it later, once I've gotten the hang of this, and decide to start working on one of the windows. I "import" it into my software and begin tweaking it. The window is a little bit tougher - it resists conforming to what I want. The dream fades. Eventually, another one starts, but it's non-lucid. I'm watching a bunch of characters in a video game and "piloting" some of them, and the game is sort of Harvest Moon-y but instead everybody is little Lego people and they're going to classes at a university. One of the landslide scenes from the prior nightmare replays, but with little Lego people instead of realistic people. The character I'm piloting is supposed to get a date for a festival coming up and has until 5 a.m. the day of the festival, but because of the landslide, I don't manage to complete the objective and watch the festival play out without a date. The characters go to class, and the professor is very boring. The textbook is 900 pages long, but the professor is focusing on a 4 page section of it. The students have smuggled some pot edibles into class, and when the professor goes to another room for a few minutes, they all leave class to get high. The character I'm piloting stays in class. When the prof gets back, he seems bummed that nobody cares about the lecture.
To be continued later.. Maybe - happy to say - now I pulled myself together and dictated some stuff - I have a lot to journal - theoretically. I mean I did already - but writing down is an important second step - I know. Ah well. Important: I got lucid - driving down in an open elevator - open to all sides, except down of course. Through a forest. Getting lucid was not only about bizarreness, though, I think - I simply felt that characteristic dream connectedness of me and my world - "something in the air", almost. And I thought of wanting to get a stable 3D environment by moving and checking my frame of reference. Having read something like this from The Cusp. Well - it worked - buut. First of all - super happy not to have lost a dream in frantic stabilization activity and getting indeed to running in a quite beautiful forest all 3D, and it felt like full immersion. I really enjoyed it, and simply kept running for a minute maybe - and then I must have lost lucidity and also recall for that affair. Next time I won't neglect the cognitive aspects of lucidity while running and 3D establishing. Soo - too lazy to write zig pages - just this one dream-fragment (I do have the rest dream, though): One scene was, that I made a break from riding a bike to somewhere, and went a bit into the forest, to be undisturbed in what I wanted to do. I found an interestingly shaped branch there - maybe 2 m long, devoid of bark and it looked as if washed smooth by drifting in water for a long time. I planned on taking it for a friend, who likes interesting wood to carve it a bit more interesting. Suddenly a pair of hikers turned up - and I tried to tell them, that it was not a way, where I was - that the way would be over there, and that they could break their ankles coming towards me. I had climbed over some big roots and stones and it was steep there, too. But they said - didn't you hear that scream, and that horrible loud sound? I hadn't heard that - but once I climbed out of the under brush - one of my rather rare incidences of clear and even emotionally intense dream-bizarreness came about. The wood in the forest, but looking like from a beach was rather subliminal. I looked at the sky, and there was a flying train - looming dangerously close over us, and we were afraid, it might come crashing down exactly on us. But then it seemed logical, that it followed a sort of trail in the sky, when it made a sharp turn and came to land close to where we thought, Hamburg central station would be. A map of a supposed Hamburg appeared in my imagination - where it was divided in strips of different colour - that showed me this. Ah well. So all in order, wasn't it? The two people then complained about all the Bavarian tourists, and the fuss they would kick up - up to flying in per train .. And I didn't get it - rather I was with them where the train had landed without "physically" getting there, and spoke some solace to an old Bavarian lady with traditional braided hair - she was intimidated by that sort of hostility. One of the classical jumps in location - following the narrative and attention and not some sort of geography.
Updated 04-24-2014 at 03:40 PM by 66050
Note: I forgot most of the dream because I moved in my bed, I remembered it 20 minutes after I woke up. I don't know why I remembered it, it just came to me. I had the feeling that I have had 3 dreams, but I only remembered one. I had an important exam today, so I didn't think about my dreams. Date: Apr 24 Sleep Length: 8h Techniques: DILD Dream Summary: (1) I was at a municipal public pool with my father and sister, and I was gonna use a slide like in my childhood. when I was at the end of the slide I saw a japanese girl, a bit younger than me. Since I like japanese culture I tried to talk to her. I said some japanese phrases and she said some phrases as well, I understood parts of it, then she tried speaking german. We were at some weird place, it seemed to be close to the pool but it looked like a room in a basement... pretty weird. Oh, she said something like konbanwa [...], and I didn't understand her. Vividness (1-15), Awareness (1-10): 2/2 Emotions: none? Tags: public pool, family, slide, conversation: japanese, languages
Updated 04-27-2014 at 08:43 AM by 68865
April 24, 2014: Dream three of three: I am in a high-school sized gymnasium with hard wood flooring, like a basketball court. I am standing with one or two other men, facing a row of approximately ten young student athletes standing shoulder-to-shoulder who hold the hard plastic handles of some kind of clever climbing device with a slot at the top. There is a strong, non-stretch nylon-like ribbon about 12" wide which descends from its attachment at the ceiling and enters the slot at the top of the handle, which each man holds at chest height in front of him. At present, there are no markings on the ribbon, which is plain and dark (purple?) colored. By raising first one side of the handle, then the other, the men can ascend in unison to the ceiling. Once there, they push a button on the handle and some kind of cam-like device inside the handle causes them to be lowered slowly and safely back to the floor, again, in unison. Now, as the ribbon unfolds, it reveals its slice of a larger picture, which, when viewed from the audience some distance away, is capable of revealing an American Flag, or corporate logo or advertisement. Evidently, I am there to try to sell the notion of this device to the school administrator(s), the other two men who are present. When the athletes meet the floor, I awake.
April 24, 2014: Dream two of three: I am outside on the street along with Bob *****and Glenn *****, who are leaning on their motorcycles which are (strangely) parked on the sidewalk. My motorcycle is unseen. Across the street there is a store which seems to be a cross between an sporting goods/outdoor shop and a head shop. There are numerous people milling about in the street itself, and this obscures the objects/items displayed in the shop’s windows. Even the door is difficult to discern. The door is open, but the threshold is not obvious because it is obscured by a floor-length beaded door curtain. Dave **** is wandering back and forth looking for the entrance, and from across the crowd, I try and direct him, but he appears to discover it all on his own. He passes through the beaded curtain, and then I cross the street and enter as well. Inside, I do not look for, nor do I see Dave. I end up with a bag of power bars, which evidently I’ve already paid for, since I open and start to eat one. It is soft and chewy, as if it has cream cheese in it, and not what I wanted or expected. I wanted a hard, crumbly granola-type power bar. There is a hippy chick in her early to mid-twenties sitting cross legged on the floor. I give her the bag of power bars since they are not what I wanted. Now I’m at a glass display counter. I have multiple, amazingly crafted rings on six or seven of my fingers. They are made of silver strands about the thickness of paperclip wire, which are twisted and joined into the most amazing patterns and at least one sports a clear diamond-like faceted stone. They look bright and new, and are crafted with an artistry as is only possessed by a High Elf from Lord of the Rings. I am looking for a stud earring to match, but the items in the display case are actually pins with colored plastic heads (red, and blue that I remember) and not stud earrings at all, so I leave. When I am back at the motorcycles, Bob and Glenn are both eating something. Glenn has a very large salt pretzel, the kind you get at the circus or in Penn Station. I realize I should eat something too “so we’re all on the same page” before we bike off on our ride. I think I’d like a pretzel like Glenn had. At this moment I realize that I also needed to get a bed-roll or sleeping bag while in the store, and I didn’t remember to do that. I wake.
Updated 04-24-2014 at 05:11 PM by 68799
Hello DV! Finally broke my dryspell, which lasted 29 days. My last lucid dream was on March 25, so it's been awhile, but I finally broke it last night. Sadly, most of the dream is lost in my subconscious now, but I can recall a few things at least, both lucid and non-lucid. I recall being in some sort of store of something with my friends and classmates. I also recall driving out of a gas station parking lot, and two guys cut me off in their car, but then allowed me to drive out into the interesection(sorry lol the parts I remember weren't too interesting). Lucidly I recall the time shortly after becoming lucid. I fell backwards once to make the clarity of the dream better, and it worked quite well. Not too long after that the dream almost felt like real waking life. My ADA was kicking in to the maximum, so the details in the environment around me were staggeringly realistic. Not only was the area detailed down to each speck of dust, but my body also felt very lively and at work like it would feel in real life. I've noticed that normally the body just feels empty in dreams to me, and this is probably the same for other people too. Bottom line, I'm very happy with the results of the ADA method. Now onto a few updates: I'm finishing up this year of school, and so the end of the year stress is starting kick in. I have to constantly worry about my grades, and the mounds of work my teachers are giving me. This has been affecting my dream recall quite horribly, because I've been quite stressed out. I noticed that once this school settled in my LD count from the summer went out the window, and I've been having dryspells for the whole school year. I've been practicing All Day Awareness(ADA) since June, and it's continuing to prove useful in capturing the detail of my dreams, but it's harder to practice in the day time when it's never the first thing on my mind, especially in school. Recently, just this week in fact, I've been thinking about returning to the DEILD method, considering I tend to wake up unintentionally at least once a night, sometimes twice, or even three times. It's a very hard method to get started with, because it requires you to not move or open your eyes when you awake, so it's been difficult to have my mind immediately have a twitch reaction to not do so when I awake. I almost had it last night though, so I could've had two lucids! So hopefully I can pull that together soon, and hopefully when summer returns I can get back to having weekly to biweekly lucids again.
Morning of April 24, 2014. Thursday. It is late at night, but I am going to walk to the store to buy food and supplies. The house seems to be the one from Stadcor Street but later seems rotated in orientation and is then the one from Barolin Street, but the store is apparently in a perpendicular direction and area as to what it was in real life as well as in the opposite direction from the city. I will be walking there with my two oldest children. It is about five or six blocks away. I look at a clock high on the wall above the kitchen doorway and I see that the time is about five minutes after midnight. Because the store closes at midnight (a fictitious aspect of my dream only), I decide not to go. Still, my dream resets, changes at least twice, and we are walking in that direction at least twice, without my dream continuing from that point. In one scene, I have two screwdrivers I carry for self-defense. Later, after another dream reset, when we go out again, it is late morning. My dream self does not consider the time change. This time, we are going to the store we had been in real life (in the correct direction). About six younger males of around sixteen years old are wandering about in two front yards. An unknown light-haired Caucasian woman of about forty years of age is sitting on the steps in front of the house next door to us (on the left from the street viewpoint). She does not seem to care what the boys (all Caucasian) do to her house, even the breaking of a window. She makes an obnoxious remark about how I do not want the troublemakers in our yard. She looks like Queen Elizabeth II at about forty (other than the hair color). My children and I end up back at our house, mostly to make sure the troublemakers do not get in. An older unfamiliar man walks through our front yard, which also annoys me. He complains about my complaining. He makes obnoxious gestures and goes to the woman’s house. I call out after him, “Is that what you do all day?” I think he may be the woman’s relative. Later, the woman is on our porch and she is condescending, though I do not remember the conversation. She is very tall, perhaps seven feet, and homelier than I had originally thought. She has a strange unrealistic body shape. Her teeth are large, square, and paper-like in thinness and texture. There seems to be more than one row, both top and bottom, oriented inward at different angles. I make a comment later to Zsuzsanna, in a short false awakening, that one of the woman’s teeth was as big as my face (like getting the impression of a blank sheet of paper held up in front of my face). Her size does not intimidate me. I think of being face to face with a cow, which is nonthreatening. The impression she leaves me with is a huge crooked smile and a wave of her hand as she leaves. I remain uncertain of her intent, but I shift into the brief false awakening before fully waking. The porch setting is typical autosymbolism for the preconscious (RAS) factor as representing the waking process. This is because a porch is liminal space in real life, so its essence is not even symbolic in the superstitious sense. The focus on the personified preconscious (often rendered as either a celebrity or a complete unknown, irrelevant to my conscious self, though often dominant or authoritative, as that is how RAS functions biologically as the waking alert factor) and her teeth is similar to the very common dream of losing teeth. It has no “meaning” other than an indication that the dream self cannot communicate with the outside world while sleeping, and thus it is a form of autosymbolism simply indicating dream state cessation. Instead of the liminal focus on my own illusory dream state “mouth” and losing teeth to validate it is only a dream, my focus shifts to the preconscious factor (which is due to having held such a deep understanding of my dreams since early childhood). The absence of the fence in front of the house we no longer live is a dream state factor, as fences otherwise represent the division of the fictitious dream self identity and the conscious self identity in waking life. It is rendered as part of the waking process and as I am not directly near waking (or with liminal awareness of nearing the waking transition) at the point the scene is rendered, there is no fence.[/I]
Updated 11-17-2019 at 03:54 PM by 1390
Morning of April 24, 2014. Thursday. I become semi-lucidly aware of my common water induction stage (though semi-lucidity of which does not continue viably), but the swimming pool I perceive seems only about half the depth it should be. (Thus, a precursor of water lowering waking symbolism is already present.) I notice that one of my dumbbells, with weights, is at the bottom of the pool. The water is clear. I sense that other people are around, a few looking in my direction, yet I do not see them. I find myself handling a large green viper. I am wary but I do not feel as if I am in immediate danger. Unseen people seem to come closer to my apparent public performance. Eventually, I look at my hand and see only a small green caterpillar crawling on the back of it. I am puzzled, trying to recall what it originally was that I was holding. As a caterpillar is associated with butterflies and moths, it is probably a precursor to vestibular system correlation (including in cases where the ear “flutters”), offset from what started as RAS modulation (the snake, which is the most common biological form of the waking alert factor as RAS modulation). Non-lucid dream control came into the sequence as it often has in previous dreams. I had non-lucidly transformed the RAS modulation factor as well as the potential vestibular system correlation.
I think I had this dream due to how disgusting one of my mom's friend's house is, and I had gone there recently. I mean it is pretty bad. I would describe it if it didn't make me gag but I will end of sort of describing it because of this dream I had last night. Anyways, The dream started out where I was at a Seaworld exhibit but to me it looked like someone had a pool in there backyard and was keeping sea animals there. Anyways I have had this come up in dreams A LOT from as far back as childhood around age 6 or so. Scenario; I'm supposed to be at a sea life exhibit and it turns out to look more like someone's backyard exhibit. The dream morphs into an event that was supposed to have happened but never did since my family is fairly clean. I was with my family and I was insulted by the chaotic mess they left all over the house. It was a wreck. I went into the bathroom to take a shower and it was filthy, just not nearly as bad as the shitty public bathroom dreams (literally). There were diapers left in the trash. I was impaled by the smell and was yelling out for someone to clean up their children's mess, but everyone was zoned out and walking around like there wasn't anything to clean. I finally just gave up trying to get them to help me clean and thought "fine, if you like living in a mess then you live in it but I'm leaving" and then I woke up. I probably had a dream about this because I recently got out of a situation where I was enslaved to clean up after a filthy man due to his poor disgusting habits that he was bred in and still his mom cleans up after him. Hated my life then, glad its over.
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